The flying black bird reminds of golden days
Going backward , feels like Ill never awake
When the life is lame
Just dye it gray
All the same
The flying black bird reminds of golden days
Going backward , feels like Ill never awake
The winter storm reminds of winds that warm
Youll never find in traffic of headlights
When the life is lame
Just dye it gray
All the same
What Ive lost in the past at a quiet empty room
You never know at last
See you again in June
Going backward , feels like Ill never awake
When the life is lame
Just dye it gray
All the same
The flying black bird reminds of golden days
Going backward , feels like Ill never awake
The winter storm reminds of winds that warm
Youll never find in traffic of headlights
When the life is lame
Just dye it gray
All the same
What Ive lost in the past at a quiet empty room
You never know at last
See you again in June
